Chusenling,
she loves Hoseachai.
He loves her too,
call her his butterfly.
They walk the Gimza on Saturday night,
stop in the dragon,
the surfer's delight.
Chusenling,
she do kimona dance, Hoseachai.
He filled with romance, they stomp and shake.
Until the break of dawn when sun comes up,
and everyone is gone, he say, how slow.
We are the last to go.
Chusenling,
she loves Hoseachai.
He loves her too,
call her his butterfly.
We buy her sake and bowl of rice.
He kiss her one time, he kiss her twice.
Chusenling
and Hoseachai so much in love.
Then one day,
Hoseachai, he go away.
She cry and cry and cry, cry, cry.
Her broken heart make her wanna die.
Her only love was her Hoseachai.
Her only love was her Hoseachai.
Her only love was her Hoseachai.